It's raining this morning at 6:45. I wasn't sure it was really raining until a minute ago, when it finally got light enough for me to see outside. I just went out on the terrace to have a look, and sure enough, a fine steady rain is falling. Temperature: 17.5ºC, or about 63ºF. Ambiance: gloomy.
It's too bad, because Saint-Aignan is supposed to be having a big brocante/vide-grenier today. I think we'd call it a flea market, a sidewalk or rummage or jumble sale. It's an annual event, and the occasion is le 15 août, which is the holiday that falls in the middle of the August summer vacation. By all rights, it should be sunny and hot at this date.
At least two people we know were/are planning to participate in the vide-grenier — that expression means an "empty (your) attic" event — this morning. Walt and I planned to go down to Saint-Aignan and see how they were doing, what they were selling, and what else of interest we might find. Now I think we'll skip it. I wonder if most of the vendors won't skip it too.
It's not as if we haven't been busy these past few days and weeks, but now we are going into an especially busy period. Next Wednesday a friend is arriving to spend five days with us before we drive up together to the Perche region to spend five days in the gîte rural I blogged about a few days ago. On Tuesday the 23rd we'll be joined by other friends who are flying in from the U.S. and driving from CDG/Roissy airport directly to the gîte.
In early September, Walt will be going to Paris for a couple of days to spend time with a cousin of his who is getting married and coming to France with his new wife for their honeymoon. Then we will have a short visit from old friends of mine who live in Boston and whom I haven't seen for at least 30 years. I was an usher at their wedding in 1977. Then our paths diverged, with me living in Washington DC, California, and now France. It's going to be a nice reunion.
At the same time, summer is winding down. This morning, you can really feel autumn in the air.